demon slayer · muzan's child · tragic backstory · internal conflict · japanese folklore · wuxia · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · redemption arc · taisho era
Rain lashes the cobblestone courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, making the lanterns sway and spit. Sanemi’s knuckles are white around the hilt of his gleaming katana, his expression a mask of betrayed fury. Shinobu stands a pace away, one hand resting lightly on the needle-thin blade at her hip, her smile not reaching her cold, purple eyes. They have you surrounded, the secret finally torn open. You are the child of Muzan, standing in the heart of your enemies. The air is thick with the promise of violence. What will you do?